Living on the wild side is so much more fun that being “nice.”
Tell me who wants to be that!

The eight naughty authors ofErotic Cravings are offering some nice presents for
the holiday season. Stop by each day to read another Erotic Cravings author’s
post, because each of us is offering a giveaway and there’s a grand prize of a
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So let’s me tell you about my Dirt Rotten Scoundrel...He
lies, cheats, and prowls through the night like a panther...wait he’s a shape
shifter. Now, he’s on a quest to win the
ultimate prize...to live in paradise again.

All Jack Avery has to do to earn the queen's forgiveness is
rescue her missing daughter from the human world. His sources reveal the
Princess Noelani is being held by a powerful man who likes a good game of
chance. So with twenty borrowed pieces of gold Jack enters the high-stakes
game. Only the lady he encounters is no princess. This pretty Kitty makes him
want to hear her purr.

Under a memory spell, Kitty recalls nothing before the
governor bought her from her parents and offered her protection from those he
claims would kill her kind. So what if, in order to control her, he forces
Kitty to morph then deprives her of sexual release after transformation. But
the crafty card player she is assigned to “entertain” reveals himself as a
kindred spirit—a shape shifter—and unravels the lie she’s been forced to live.

Together Jack and Kitty risk it all, for the stakes are high
and the prize is worth it...freedom, forgiveness, love.

Excerpt from Banished Scoundrel

The dark night didn’t bother Jack. He enjoyed the peaceful
sound of an owl cooing and the cold crisp dirt under his paws. Fresh air filled
his lungs, and he quickly recovered from his jaunt through the woods. Sloan had
led him on a merry chase, but Jack gained the information he needed.

Still in his panther form, he followed Kitty’s scent. She
hadn’t agreed to meet him, but her unique fragrance on the breeze had directed
him to her path through the underbrush. The low shrubs helped provide plenty of
cover from any wandering guest.

A snap from a twig sang through his sharpened awareness. He
scanned the sandy shore of the lake. A sleek female panther stalked to the
water’s edge and dipped her head to drink.

With her tail up and lying along her side, the rich scent of
her sex filled his senses. He focused on the wide spread of her back legs. The
pleasure of pumping his barbed cock deep into her lush pussy enraged his lust.
Her scream of completion would echo through the night and alert the humans in
the castle of their activities.

Kitty.

The panther turned and stared at the castle. Jack? What are
you doing here?

He stepped out from his hiding place. The light from the
night beast lit the area in an eerie glow. Unwilling to expose himself to
danger, he tossed his head back at the structure glowing in the distance. Many
of the bedroom windows faced the lake.

Why don’t we move to a more secure area? I don’t want anyone from
Sloan’s party to see us. He turned.

No, Jack. Even though you’ve caught me in my panther form, I’m not
following you into the underbrush. I’ve read that male cats have an insatiable
hunger to mate. She shuffled her paws in the sand and strolled
along the shoreline.

But wait!With a quick burst, he covered the ground
between them. He closed his mouth around the hairs on the back of her neck and
tugged.

She sighed and stopped. Jack, I’m not fucking you in this form.
A quick twist of her head and she broke free of his grip. Now stop.

A deep purr rumbled from his chest. He couldn’t allow her to
escape.

So I’m feeling a little naughty and decided to give away a digit copy of my book “Banished – Three Erotic Stories.” This includes all three stories
of the Banished series.

5. Told the school I was not going to volunteer for the bake sale ever again because they always pair me with Lucas’s mom, who is the equivalent of a goldfish swimming back and forth in its bowl and getting excited about the same coral castle. Yeah, I said that.

Sometimes being bad feels really good! Make sure you do 5 naughty things this year AT LEAST. But always balance with kindness and good deeds. What have you done that’s earned you a spot on the Naughty List?

Read on for a naughty excerpt from my latest release STRANDED AND STRADDLED!

Description:

When a freak snowstorm strands Lacey at a crowded Oklahoma rest stop, she thinks things can’t possibly get worse. Until she bumps into Trace Allen. Bull rider, ex-boyfriend, and all-around bad boy, Trace plucks her off her feet and invites her into his warm travel trailer.

But Lacey has her misgivings. Trace is every bit as strong and virile as the bulls he rides--and just as volatile. But when she finds evidence that their bad breakup was a misunderstanding, she begins to question everything she thought she knew about him.

Could Trace’s temper and bad boy exterior hide a tender heart? And will Lacey end up stranded, or straddled by the hottest bad-boy cowboy the rodeo circuit has ever seen?

EXCERPT:

“Fuck, I missed you.” He closed his fingers over her buds, twisting, stroking in perfect tempo to the pulse between her thighs. Juices slicked her folds. She smoothed her hand over the dips and swells of his chest, aware of his cock waving over her belly.

As if he couldn’t wait another moment, he prostrated himself on her, mouth on her nipples. The rake of his teeth against her sensitive flesh drew quiet whimpers from her. When he slid a hand over her landing strip of curls to the slick heat of her, she threw her head back and lost herself in sensation.

He glided a finger over her hard pearl, down over the soaking outer lips, and plunged into her core. She cried out, bucking against his touch. The heel of his hand ground into her clit, and oh, it had never been so intense, so good.

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Gabriella Blanchett can't seem to resist the addictive lure of another pleasure-filled night with the smoldering rock star. He'd be perfect except for the sudden and mysterious disappearances in the middle of the night. His ability to sense her every need, coupled with the secrets he harbors, leave her head spinning, her body humming, and her heart in jeopardy.

Her addiction...

Rock star Auro Moretti tours the world with a goal that's two-fold. He hopes his music is inspiring, but as an empath, he also heals tortured young souls in the audience with his gypsy gift. Protecting his family's secret and Romani heritage proves as difficult a task as keeping Gabriella in his bed.

She fills his soul with light...he feeds her craving for love...and a stalker threatens to destroy both.

Wow! Angel's Addiction release day has finally arrived.

I'm bouncing back and forth between excitement and nervous evergy, but I'm determined to make the best of both.

I feel compelled to share a few crazy thoughts about the characters in this book.

Let's begin with Auro. My hero is...let's just say he's an Alpha male with strong dominant tendencies. On the flip side, his empathic abilites allow him to experience and show great tenderness and sensitivity. What more could a girl ask for, right?

Here is an example of the contradictions that are Auro.

I took her hand and led her back inside. “Come.”

She shook her head and followed me to the couch. “You are scaring me. Just—”

“Gabriella, sit down.” She shivered at the authority in my voice, and I hid a smile when she obeyed.

Astounded by this beautiful woman’s total acceptance of what I was, partnered with the love she continually shared, forced me to pause. “Thank you for trusting me with your pleasure.”

It's so much fun writing Alpha heroes like Auro who respectfully adore their heroines.

Then there is Gabriella (Angel). Darn, this is harder than I thought. My heroine is complex as well. Most women agree that's a given. Gabriella is a strong self-sufficient woman who balks at Auro's instict to protect, but hungers for his control in the bedroom.

Here are a few of her random rants...

“Ugh! Your arrogance makes me want to scream. You just don’t get it, do you? I won’t be commanded to do what you think is best for me."

That was just it. I didn’t usually allow myself to give in and relinquish complete control. You love that about him. You’ve trusted him since the beginning. It’s your need for his dominance outside the bedroom you can’t accept.

I know, competely confusing out of context, but maybe just enough to make you want to meet these great characters.

An excerpt and link is posted below. Please take a second of your valuable time to read through, then if you like what you see...just click.

Rock On!

Nese Lane

Lustful addiction to an empathic rock star leads to love and deadly games…

I peered around the corner into the kitchenette area. Auro stood with his back to me, and I took a moment to appreciate the view. He’d drug on a pair of soft well-worn jeans. The fabric molded his ass in a way that had me drooling. He hadn’t bothered with a shirt, and muscles played across his back when he leaned forward and laid a single red rose on the room service tray.

Preoccupied with his task, he quietly sang a tune I didn’t recognize. The sound of his voice had me wet in five seconds flat. I’m so easy.

I slipped behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. “Mmm, morning.” I slid the long silky strands of his hair over so I could kiss where my lips met his spine. The deep rumble of his chuckle tickled my cheek as I snuggled against his warmth.

“Try afternoon, cara, it is after three. I was just coming to bring you something to eat and find out your plans for this evening. I had hoped to wake you in a completely different manner, but this works almost as well.”

He turned in my arms, tightened his hold, and lowered his head to brush his lips across my mouth. And there it was…the euphoric feeling of his kiss. The fix I needed from my drug of choice—Auro. It hit my system with enough punch, my knees weakened. I steadied myself by grasping his shoulders, leaning my full weight against his tension-filled frame.

“Sorry to spoil your fun. How can I make it up to you?” I murmured against his lips. Heat flashed in his gaze, and I slowly lowered myself to my knees.